When the last breath of life, is gone, from my body,
And my lips, are as cold, as the sea,
When my friends, gather round, for my, farewell party,
Won't you, pretend, you love me.
There'll be flowers, from those, who'll cry, when I go,
And leave you, in this, ole world alone,
I know, you'll have fun, at my, farewell party,
I know, you'll be glad, when I'm gone.
Don't be, mad at me, for wanting, to keep you,
Till my life, on this, ole world is through,
You'll be free, at the end, of my, farewell party,
But i'll, go away, loving you.
There'll be flowers, from those, who'll cry, when I go,
And leave you, in this, ole world alone,
I know, you'll have fun, at my, farewell party,
I know, you'll be glad, when I'm gone.
Oh I know, you'll be glad, when I'm gone. |
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